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flowersforbucky · 4 months ago

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it's nice to have a friend

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: you're having the worst period you've had in a long time. bucky is determined to help you feel better.

author's note: this is a silly and smutty piece that i felt compelled to write when i got my period a few days ago!

warnings/tags: smutty, reader has a period, langauge, use of a vibrator, nipple stimulation, no use of y/n, use of a cbd gummy lol, 18+ only

Approximately every twenty-eight days, you curse the fact that you were born with a uterus and vagina.

This month, however, you were cursing that fact a bit earlier than expected. Cycle day twenty three, to be exact.

Your periods never start this early, but as soon as you opened your eyes at six o'clock this morning, you knew what had occured while you were asleep. You could feel the moisture that soaked through your underwear and pajama pants before you could turn on the light to see that your white sheets had been dyed bright crimson beneath where you'd been laying.

One load of laundry with extra stain remover and as much Pamprin max strength as one can safely take later, you are curled up on the couch of the compound's living room with a cup of coffee and a heating pad turned up so high that you risk first degree burns.

“Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you today? We can go to Coney Island another time,” Natasha tries to reason with you once again.

“I promise I'll be okay here,” you assure her. “These cramps are killing me, I won't be any fun to hang out with today. Go, enjoy yourself. When is the next time that you'll all have a free day and weather this perfect?” You gesture towards the sunshine streaming through the living room windows.

“If you're sure,” she caves after a few moments of hesitation. “Promise I’ll win you that stuffed panda that you wanted so badly last time.”

“I am going to hold you to that,” you tell her in a faux-serious tone.

After Natasha and the rest of your friends have left for their day of riding rollercoasters and eating hotdogs on the boardwalk, you turn on your comfort show and settle in for an unexciting and uncomfortable day by yourself.

A few hours later, you decide you've sat in the same position for long enough - you can practically feel your body morphing to the sofa. You're walking to the kitchen to refill your water bottle and find something to snack on when you collide with what feels like a brick wall.

A brick wall that happens to smell really, really fucking good.

You step back, finding that the brick wall is staring at you with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing here?” Bucky asks as he glances you over from head to toe, taking in your choice of apparel - baggy sweats that are about two sizes too big for you, a cropped tank, and fuzzy slippers. You resist the urge to cross your arms over your stomach - you didn't think anyone else would be here today and the tank top you're wearing doesn't exactly conceal the period bloat you're currently experiencing.

"I live here,” you snap, a bit harsher than necessary. “What are you doing here?”

“I also live here,” he says, returning your attitude. You roll your eyes, maneuvering your way around where he blocks the doorway.

“What I mean,” he continues as he turns around, following you into the kitchen. “Is why aren't you with everyone at Coney Island?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you challenge, pouring some more ice into your cup. “Steve never shuts up about the glory days, all the time the two of you spent at Coney Island. I'm surprised you're not there with him right now.”

He huffs a laugh, pulling out one of the barstools at the kitchen's giant island and taking a seat. “We did spend a ridiculous amount of time at Coney Island,” he admits, his voice almost wistful. He hesitates before continuing, staring down at his hands as he traces a metal crevice on his left palm.

"But I haven't been to Coney Island since the forties. Guess I'm kinda scared it won't live up to my memories of it. Plus, I had a lot of laundry to catch up on, so..” he shrugs, trailing off.

You're taken aback by the honesty of his explanation. “Yeah, well,” you start awkwardly, turning away from him to search through a cabinet for something to eat. “I can't say that I know what it was like in the forties, but it's one of my favorite places, present day.”

“Then why are you hanging out by yourself while all of your friends are at one of your favorite places?”

Damn it, you curse internally. He's really not going to drop this. What should I say, that my uterine lining is falling out in clumps?

You grab a bag of freeze-dried fruit from the cabinet before turning back to face him, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I just didn't sleep great–” you come to an abrupt stop in the middle of your sentence as a blinding pain shoots through your lower abdomen. The bag of fruit falls to the floor as you steady yourself on the ledge of the counter with one hand, clutching your stomach with the other.

Bucky rises from his seat in an instant, closing the several feet of distance between the two of you in one big step.

"Are you okay? What’s going on?” His hands are both extended to you in an offer of help.

“I'm fine,” you say through a sharp intake of breath. “It’s.. it’s just cramps. Bad cramps,” you force the words out, propping your elbows up on the countertop to relax your body weight.

“Oh,” he says as realization dawns on him. He bends down to grab the bag of fruit that lays next to your feet, and then places it on the table in front of you. “I guess that answers my question, then,” he adds, referring to why you didn't go to Coney Island.

“Ya think?” You stand back upright, grabbing your snack and water bottle off of the counter. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a busy day of bed-rotting ahead of me.”

“Some exercise would help,” he calls when you're about to exit the kitchen. “Laying in bed won't do much for you. A little bit of light exercise to release some beta-endorphins, maybe an abdominal massage–”

“Are you really man-splaining menstrual cycle pain management to me right now?” You ask, slowly turning to face him with an incredulous look on your face. “I wasn't aware that you had a medical license or that I asked for your opinion.”

“Just trying to help, sweetheart,” he shrugs with a mischievous grin.

“If you want to help, you can go get the Italian food that I'm craving and give me an abdominal massage yourself,” you practically spit at him. “Otherwise, keep the unsolicited advice to yourself and fuck off.”

You turn back around and all but run out of the room before you can process the shocked, albeit pleased look on his face.

After you've closed your bedroom door behind you (with perhaps a bit more force than necessary), you sink into the fresh sheets on your bed and shove several pieces of apricot into your mouth.

Rationally, you knew that Bucky's advice was solid, and that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. That's just the kind of friendship that the two of you have. Sarcastic, teasing and occasionally… tension-filled.

You definitely didn't help the matter by telling him to massage your abdomen, but what does he expect when he suggests something as horrible as exercising during a time that you simply want nothing more than to melt into your mattress?

Your cell phone chimes from the pocket of your sweatpants. You dig it out and look at the text displayed across your lock screen.

Bucky Barnes: What kind of Italian food, specifically?

You would never admit it to him, but the corners of your mouth tug upwards into a smirk as you read his message.

You type: Don't you have a lot of laundry to catch up on? and press send. The message is marked as “read” right away.

He types. And types. And types some more – until those three dots indicating a message in progress disappear.

Whatever. You click your phone off and toss it somewhere in the covers around you.

The next couple hours are spent sitting under the near scalding stream of your shower, and then reading on your Kindle in the dark. As jealous as you are that your friends are undoubtedly having a blast today, you honestly don't mind your current situation - aside from feeling like your organs are being pulled out of your vagina, you hardly ever have days with zero obligations other than to just relax in whatever way you see fit.

A strong knock on your door causes you to lose your place on the page.

"You didn't give me a legitimate answer so I hope you like gnocchi, or eggplant parmesan, or traditional lasagna, or extra breadsticks..”

“You know, it's not funny to joke about carbs to someone when they are–”

You come to a stop in the middle of your sentence when you swing your door open to see him holding several plastic bags. An aroma of garlic and herbs hits you in the face.

Oh. Not a joke, then.

He extends one of the bags to you with his big, blue puppy dog eyes. You take it from him, opening the door further as an invitation to enter your bedroom.

"Consider this a peace offering,” he says, placing the other bags of food on your bed and perching awkwardly on the edge of your mattress. You close the door behind you, walking back to where you had previously been lounging on the bed.

“I'm sorry for being a smartass,” he adds more genuinely. “I just.. didn't like seeing you in pain. That's all.”

“This is far from my first period,” you shrug, not meeting his stare. “You get used to it after a while. But consider yourself forgiven.”

He gives you a small smile when you finally look up at him. He grabs a smaller bag that you hadn't noticed him carrying, one that is visibly less full than the others. He reaches inside, pulling out a small jar that he hands over to you.

Your brows furrow as you inspect it closely. “CBD gummies?” You ask, your brows now raising quizzically. You open the jar, popping one of the pink, cube-shaped gummies into your mouth. “Watermelon flavored CBD gummies?”

You notice the faintest trace of blush bloom across his cheeks. “I take them sometimes to help me sleep,” he starts, fiddling with some of the beading on your comforter. “But they can help with all different kinds of pain too, so I just thought you might like some.”

You close the jar, placing it on your bedside table before reaching over and grabbing his flesh hand in yours. “Thank you, Bucky,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze and then releasing it. “Really. I appreciate all of this.” You try to ignore the jolt of electricity that buzzes through you when your skin comes in contact with his. His hand is both softer and warmer than you would have imagined. It brings you back to the last words that you spewed at him in the kitchen earlier.

"A shit ton of pasta and CBD gummies,” you snort a laugh. “Would I be pushing my luck if I asked for that abdominal massage too?” You say it in a way that sounds halfway serious, halfway joking.

“If that's what you want,” he says lowly, turning to angle his body towards you on the bed. “Then just say the word.”

The air in your room suddenly feels suffocating.

It is what you want - but you're at a loss for words. So instead of a verbal response, you scoot over to the middle of the bed, closer to where he sits on the opposite side. You lay down so that your back is flat against the mattress, your head propped up by a single pillow.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly wipes the look of astonishment from his features. He moves so that he's sitting directly next to your legs, giving him a proper angle to put his hands on your lower stomach.

You're wearing the same sweatpants and tank top from earlier, having thrown the outfit back on after your shower. The loose sweatpants hang low enough to expose your hip bones and the edge of your underwear.

The intimacy of the entire situation hits you the second that his hands make contact with your skin.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, perhaps sensing your nerves. “Or if I do anything that doesn't feel good.”

Your eyes shut instinctively at the polar opposite sensations of his flesh and vibranium hands. Skin and metal, fire and ice.

“I will,” you assure him. Your words come out breathier than intended.

There's an immediate relief in your lower stomach as he rubs languid circles across your midriff. It's a feeling beyond pleasure as the cramps fade the more he touches you.

His vibranium pinky dances along the waistband of your underwear, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. You try to focus on the relief he's bringing you - not the fact that you're wearing a thin tank top that leaves so much of your skin on display, giving him a clear view of the goosebumps that he's caused.

He continues with the precise motions until the pain in your abdomen has faded nearly entirely - you feel so good that you can't stop yourself from letting out the smallest moan when his flesh hand applies just the right amount of pressure near your pelvis.

You know he heard it - there's no way he didn't. Just as you know there's no way that he doesn't notice your fully hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top.

You keep your eyes closed, terrified to meet his gaze in this state. You dread the moment that you feel his hands pull away from your skin.

"You know,” he starts, his voice possessing a strained edge. “I don't think this is good enough for you.”

Your eyes shoot open, looking at him in a nervous confusion. There's a glimmer in his eyes that you can't quite pinpoint - his stare trailing to your bedside table on the opposite side of you. “But I think I do know what could make you feel much better.”

“What are you talking about?” Your voice quivers as you follow his stare. You're not sure what he's looking at - all that sits on your nightstand is the CBD gummies he had just given you, your Kindle, a few books, a bottle of lotion, and the Himalayan salt lamp that paints you both in an orange glow.

He smirks before leaning across you - keeping his vibranium hand pressed firmly on your belly as he uses his flesh hand to pull open the drawer of the small table.

“Hey! What are you–” but he retrieves the object he’s looking for before you can finish questioning him. You freeze at what he's holding in his hand.

Your vibrator. Your glittery, lavender colored vibrator.

“How the fuck did you–”

“Do you think I can't hear you using this from across the hallway late at night?” He grins smugly. “That I can't hear your little whimpers when you think everyone's asleep?”

Your face heats up a hundred degrees. You don't know whether to be infuriated or massively turned on.

Both. You're definitely feeling a mix of both.

He clicks the power button, turning on the device to its lowest setting. He watches you for a moment, giving you ample time to tell him to fuck off.

Instead, you once again relax against the pillow, your body going limp for him. You spread your legs the slightest bit.

He takes this as his signal to proceed. Not taking his eyes off of your face, he trails the head of the wand from your lower stomach and over the fabric of your sweatpants until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Your nipples pucker once again, your thighs clenching around the tip of the vibrator.

Bucky moves the device in a circular motion, making your back arch off the bed and your head tip back.

How is it that it feels better when he massages you with it through your fucking pants than it does when you use it on your bare pussy?

You hear the clicking of a button again, and the force of the vibration over your clothed cunt increases. You grind down on the device, desperate for friction.

Bucky watches you with something akin to pride on his face.

“You know how I told you to tell me if I do something you don't like?” He asks as he pushes the head of the wand directly down on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Yeah,” you answer - it comes out like a moan that you'd hear in a porno.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Remember that.”

Before you can clear your head enough to wonder what he means, he's tugging up the cotton fabric of your tank top and exposing your breasts.

You gasp at the sensation of the cool air blowing from the AC coming in contact with your already hard nipples. Bucky leans forward, keeping the vibrator on your core, and captures one of your nipples in his mouth.

Your hand immediately goes to his hair, tugging the soft brown locks in your fingers to keep him in place. His free hand grasps your other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

The combination of pleasure radiating from your pussy and his hand and mouth on you is fucking perfect. Fucking perfect, and all too much.

You clench your thighs together, riding against the vibrator until you feel warmth spreading through your lower belly.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you moan - he groans when you say his name, the vibration sending you tumbling over the edge. You come hard, possibly harder than any other orgasm you've had in your life, thoroughly soaking your panties.

When you've finished writhing beneath him, Bucky pulls back, removing both his mouth and the vibrator. He clicks the device off, tossing it towards the foot of your bed.

You're panting, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what the fuck just happened when you hear Bucky let out a low chuckle.

Your eyes snap to him, finding that he looks thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Can't say that's how I expected the day to go when I decided to sit this Coney Island trip out,” he sighs.

“You can say that again.” You sit upright, bending your legs and crossing them at the ankles. You lean forward, tugging your shirt back into place before pulling one of the bags of food to you.

"We should go sometime soon. Together,” you add, somewhat nervously. You aren't sure why - the guy just gave you the best orgasm of your life (and barely even touched you).

“Are you asking me on a date?” that sly smile reappears.

You shrug. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

"Then my answer is yes. But only if you share some of this food with me.”

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junsnow · 2 years ago

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Contemporary Kitchen in New York Eat-in kitchen - mid-sized contemporary l-shaped light wood floor eat-in kitchen idea with wood countertops, a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, stainless steel appliances, white backsplash and an island

#beige kitchen island barstools #kitchen island seating #glass front gray cabinets #white cabinets #recessed lighting #glass pendant

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markwickens · 2 years ago

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Boston Dining Kitchen

#Inspiration for a large transitional u-shaped dark wood floor and brown floor eat-in kitchen remodel with white cabinets #white backsplash #subway tile backsplash #stainless steel appliances #an undermount sink #shaker cabinets #quartzite countertops #an island and white countertops glass door display cabinet #glass front upper cabinets #island seating #under cabinet lighting #upholstered barstool #kitchen #recessed lighting

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kissingchamber · 1 month ago

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illicit affairs

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: Tony finds out his son is dating his intern. His intern!

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!male reader; Tony Stark x son!reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): nothing really this is just silly fluff and Tony being clueless

𝜗𝜚 note(s): English is not my first language!!! Based on this request, hope u enjoy anon :3 title from taylor swifts "illicit affairs" !!

Everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating! Well, almost everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating. The only one who hasn't yet figured it out is the one and only, Tony Stark, your dad.

Honestly, it's a surprise he hasn't found out yet with the way you and Peter have been looking at each other with longing heart eyes and cuddling during movie nights. And he calls himself a genius...

It's sort of become a game for you and Peter, seeing how long it'll take for Tony to realize what's really going on.

What makes it even more unbelievable is that Pepper was the first one to know!

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You make your way down to the lab where you knew Peter would be— he'd texted, telling you he would be down in the labs today— working on something for his suit with Tony.

You slide into the lab, finding Peter sat in a chair, eagerly chatting with your dad and typing something on a tablet at the same time.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him to your chest and burying your face into his hair. "Hi, Pete." You murmur.

"H— hey!" Peter's face flushes a pretty pink color and you can't help but smirk. He's so easily flustered.

You almost forget Tony is there until he starts talking. "Oh, hey kid! Care to help us a little? We could really use an extra set of hands." He says, acting like the way you're holding Peter is totally platonic.

You nod, mumbling a sure, but not before sending Peter a look. He cannot be serious... He shoots back an agreeing gaze.

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It's movie night, most of the Avengers are scattered across the room, sitting in all kinds of weird positions that make you want to laugh. You and Peter are laying on one of the couches, practically entangled together.

Everyone is arguing about which movie to watch when Tony walks in with Steve trailing behind him, their arms filled with snacks.

Steve looks at you and Peter, mumbling something about lovebirds and takes a seat on one of the recliners.

Tony settles on a loveseat next to Pepper and joins in on the movie debate.

You and Peter share a look, Tony definitely heard what Cap said, right?

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You walk into the kitchen where Peter is sitting on a barstool, leaning onto the island and nodding along to whatever Tony— who is currently refilling his coffee cup— is saying.

You press a kiss to Peter's cheek in greeting, sitting down on another barstool. He gives you a soft smile in response and grabs ahold of your hand.

Tony finishes getting his coffee, ruffles your hair and leaves the room wordlessly, like you hadn't just kissed your boyfriend— that he doesn't know is your boyfriend— right in front of him!

You and Peter stare at each other for a silent second before bursting into laughter. Tony is so clueless it's hilarious.

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When Tony finally does find out it's possibly in the most embarrassing way ever.

You and Peter were in your room, making out on your bed, when Tony walked in.

"Dad—!" You yell and scramble to get off of Peter, whose face is currently the shade of bright red reminiscent of a tomato.

"Sorry, sorry!" Tony says quickly, at least he sounds apologetic.

You glare at him with no real heat in your expression. "You could've, you know, knocked before you came in. Like you're supposed to." You grumble.

"I know, I know. But uhm... since when were you two a thing?" He asks, almost sounding hesitant.

Peter looks like he's trying his hardest not to laugh, barely succeeding. "Everyone else figured it out months ago, if that gives you any idea."

"What—" Tony begins but you interrupt him; "And Pepper was the first one to find out"

"And she didn't tell me!?" He sounds so betrayed, it's so funny you can barely respond. "Apparently not!" You get out before bursting into giggles, Peter laughing beside you.

Tony turns on his heel and rushes into the hallway "Pepper!" He cries out.

At this, you and Peter can't hold it in anymore, erupting into the kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt and leaves your sides sore afterwards.

And he calls himself a genius.

𝜗𝜚 note: this is longer that anything ive posted previously so thats why this took me so long to post 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 thanks 4 reading!!! reblogs r super appreciated!! :3

#𝜗𝜚 nick writes #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #x male reader #male reader #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #stark!reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x son!reader

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yeostinys · 2 months ago

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My Dear Darling

Chapter 3

Pairing: Frat OT8!ATEEZ x Female Reader

Genre: Eventual Smut 18+, Fluff, Angst, Polyamorous Relationship!

Notes: NonIdol!AU, CollegeAU. Alcohol consumption, Explicit language. Yunho and Wooyoung focus in this chapter. Polyamorous Relationship, (if you are not into that just pls ignore)

Word Count: 5k

Synopsis: Your relationship with ATZ gets more comfortable as you spend more time with them…

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“Alright class is dismissed! Don’t forget we have an exam next week”

You rise from your seat and sigh. It’s finally the weekend so you quickly pack your things and make your way to the door. You haven’t seen ATZ for a few days, with mid terms coming up you have all been busy. You can’t deny you often find yourself wanting to be around them more than usual. As you walk out the classroom you see a familiar figure in the distance leaning against a pillar. You smile and make your way to him.

“Yunho~” you stop in front of him and smile

“Hey pretty” Yunho winks at you and ruffles your hair.

“What are you doing here? do you have a class near by?” You ask and he shakes his head in response.

“Nope, i’m just here to pick you up” Yunho smiles as he grabs your bag from your shoulder and slings it over his.

“Are you heading home or do you have another class?” He asks as he stretches his hand towards you and you interlock fingers.

“I’m done for today finally. I was going to head home-” You reply with a tiring sigh.

“Mm okay. Let’s go! I’ll take you home” Yunho smiles and grips your hand tighter. You quickly shake your head,

“Ah, no it’s okay! I don’t want to go home anymore... I’ll go with you to the ATZ house” You say sheepishly. Yunho chuckles and leans down towards you

“Y/N, if you’re tired you don’t have to” he says softly.

“No it’s not that. I really want to go… I want to see everyone” You say with a soft smile. Yunho smiles back at you and nods.

As you two walk hand in hand across the campus, the vibrant autumn leaves crunch underfoot. Yunho leans in closer, his voice is deep and soft as he recounts the day’s mishaps, making your heart flutter. When you arrive to the ATZ house, you notice it’s quieter than usual.

“Where is everyone?” You ask as you take off your shoes.

“Hmm they should be back soon. everyone’s schedule ends around 2” Yunho replies as he takes you to the kitchen.

“Are you thirsty?” Yunho opens the fridge and takes out a water bottle and some iced tea.

“I’ll just have water, thanks, Yuyu,” you reply, a smile breaking across your face. You settle onto the barstool at the kitchen island, your legs swinging slightly as you watch Yunho move around the kitchen. The soft glow of the overhead lights reflects off his features, highlighting the playful spark in his eyes as he reaches for a water bottle.

He hands it to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment longer than necessary, before he rummages through the cupboard for snacks. You can’t help but admire how effortlessly he navigates the space, his movements fluid and confident.

Moments later, he approaches you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he holds out a gummy snack, vibrant in color. Your heart races as you part your lips slightly, allowing him to feed you the treat. The brief contact of your lips against his fingertips sends a jolt of warmth through you, and you catch the playful smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth.

In a sudden, bold move, Yunho spins your chair around so that you’re facing him, leaning forward with his hands planted firmly on the counter, effectively trapping you in place. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you avert your gaze, flustered by the closeness.

“How are midterms going for you?” You ask as you grab your water bottle.

“Hm it’s fine” Yunho says casually as he stares at you. He leans closer and brushes a hair out of your face.

“How about you?” He asks softly, his hand remaining on the side of your face.

“Good… just tiring though” You look at your fiddling fingers in your lap.

“Y/N,” Yunho calls your name, his deep, honeyed voice enveloping you like a warm embrace. You glance up, and suddenly the world around you fades, leaving only the magnetic pull of his presence. His face hovers just inches from yours, a mixture of concern and curiosity dancing in his dark eyes. You can feel the gentle warmth of his breath brush against your skin, sending an unexpected thrill racing through you. Time seems to stand still as you lock eyes, the unspoken tension hanging in the air between you, thick and electric. Every heartbeat feels amplified in this intimate moment, and you can’t help but wonder what lies behind that earnest gaze.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is softer, like a whisper. You nod. And without wasting time he connects his lips with yours. The kiss is soft but deep. He pulls away and you quietly whine. He chuckles and cups both of his hands on your face. Returning back to your lips the kiss turns into a passionate make out. His lips are so soft as they move against yours skillfully. You softly place your palms on his shoulder and slowly pull away from him. You try to maintain your breath and Yunho notices. He releases a chuckle,

“Sorry I got carried away” He takes a few steps back and you look at him.

“No, it’s okay. I liked it” You blush and he smiles at you. He reaches for your hands and rubs them with his thumb.

“I really really like you Y/N” Yunho says softly.

“I like you too Yunho” you giggle at him and he chuckles back, looking down at his feet. Yunho opens his mouth about to say something but a voice interrupts you both.

“*gasp!* Y/N IS HERE! THATS HER SHOES!” You hear Wooyoung’s voice from a distance and you laugh. Yunho shakes his head and drags you out of the kitchen.

“Y/N-ie!” Wooyoung calls out as he dashes toward you. Before you can fully prepare yourself, he envelops you in a tight embrace, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. Laughter bubbles up from your chest as the world twirls around you, the warmth of his joy infectious.

“Hi, Woo!” you manage to say as he sets you down, a grin plastered across your face. Your arms linger over his neck and his hands rest comfortably on your waist, grounding you.

As you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, you can’t help but notice the bright spark in his eyes. Your laughter fades into a soft smile, but your attention is drawn to the figures approaching behind him. You glance over Wooyoung’s shoulder and spot Yeosang and San making their way toward you.

“Hey there, pretty,” Yeosang greets you, his voice smooth and playful as he approaches. With a gentle ruffle of your hair and you can’t help but scrunch your nose.

“Hi, Yeo,” you reply, your smile brightening.

As you shift your gaze toward San, who is already heading toward the stairs

“Hi, San” you say casually.

“Hey, baby,” San replies, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he glances back at you. He continues his ascent up the steps, leaving you momentarily speechless, heat creeping into your cheeks.

Baby?! The word hangs in the air, reverberating in your mind. You’ve grown accustomed to the nicknames the boys throw around—“Pretty” and “Darling” being favorites. But this was different. Especially coming from San.

“Are you blushing?” Wooyoung’s teasing voice snaps you back to reality, his arms still resting firmly on your waist, pulling you closer against him. You gasp, momentarily taken aback by his closeness, and lightly hit his shoulder in protest.

“No,” you retort, attempting to wriggle free from his playful grip, though part of you doesn’t really want to let go.

“Yes, you are! You’re blushing from San calling you ‘Baby’!” Wooyoung’s laughter rings out, bright and infectious, as he tugs you closer, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“Woo, pleaseee!” you exclaim, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. You instinctively hide your face in your palms, wishing you could disappear for just a moment while he continues to chuckle at your embarrassment.

“Stop tormenting Y/N,” Yeosang interjects with a warm laugh, settling onto the couch next to Yunho, who shares an amused glance with him.

“Okay, okay. Sorry, baby~” Wooyoung concedes, finally releasing his hold on you and ruffling your hair affectionately. You pout at him, annoyed yet endearing, before making your way over to Yeosang.

You plop down next to him, grateful for the comforting presence. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, grounding you as you cross your arms defensively.

“Woo is teasing me,” you grumble, glancing back at Wooyoung with mock irritation.

“Shall I teach him a lesson, baby?” Yeosang teases, his tone playful yet somehow serious, a smirk on his face that only deepens the blush creeping up your neck. You straighten up at his words, trying to regain your composure, but the sight of Wooyoung, Yunho, and Yeosang erupting into laughter only adds to your embarrassment.

“I’m leaving,” you joke, standing up from the couch in a mock huff, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips as their laughter follows you.

“Nooooo, don’t leave!” Wooyoung whines dramatically, his footsteps echoing behind you as you quicken your pace. You can’t help but smile to yourself, the lighthearted chase adding a thrill to the moment. Just as you pick up speed, the front door swings open with a creak, and Hongjoong steps inside, a look of confusion etched on his face.

Seizing the opportunity, you dash toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a spontaneous embrace.

“Hongjoong! Woo is bullying me!” You bury your face against his chest, the comforting warmth of his presence instantly calming your flustered nerves. Hongjoong’s laughter vibrates through his chest, a rich, melodic sound that makes you grin even wider.

“Quit it, Woo,” he calls over your shoulder, raising a fist playfully in Wooyoung’s direction.

Wooyoung laughs in response, bowing in mock submission before dashing back toward the couch, his antics only further adding to your amusement. You pull back slightly to look up at Hongjoong, who can’t help but chuckle at the scene unfolding around him.

“Hey, darling,” he greets, his tone warm and familiar.

“Hi, Joong,” you reply, your smile softening as he pulls you into a proper hug. The embrace is secure and reassuring, a moment of connection amidst the playful chaos. You relish the feeling, grateful for his presence as you enjoy a brief escape from the teasing and laughter surrounding you.

———

As all the boys eventually come home, You gathered around the coffee table, a vibrant spread of takeout containers laid out like a feast. The aroma of spicy noodles, savory dumplings, and sweet-and-sour dishes wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. The low hum of conversation filled the room as everyone dug in, recounting the events of their day.

Seonghwa, seated beside you, had an endearing habit of piling dumplings onto your plate. With each tender morsel, he would smile and say, “Try this one.”

You giggled, the warmth of his gesture making your heart flutter. In return, you picked up a dumpling and delicately placed it on his plate.

“Thank you, Hwa,” you said, your voice light with affection.

From across the table, Wooyoung piped up, his playful demeanor shining through.

“I want one too, baby” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned forward.

You shot him a glare, sticking your tongue out in a playful protest. His laughter filled the room, infectious and bright, coaxing a smile from you despite your feigned annoyance. With a resigned sigh, you grabbed another dumpling and placed it on Wooyoung’s plate, unable to resist his charm.

“Ah, just a reminder that we’re all going to XIK’s party tomorrow,” Hongjoong announced, slurping on his noodles.

At the mention of the party, Jongho turned to you, his expression earnest.

“Y/N, do you want to come with us?” His tone was inviting, encouraging you to join in on the fun.

You hesitated, the idea swirling in your mind.

“Mm… I’m not sure,” you replied, uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“It’s up to you if you want to go, darling.” Mingi chimed in.

“I’ll ask Jia if she’s going,” you decided, feeling a spark of hope. The boys nodded in agreement, their attention returning to the food, laughter echoing as they shared stories and playful jabs.

———

As the boys gradually dispersed to engage in their own pursuits around the house, you found yourself following Yunho. The lingering memory of your recent make-out session played in your mind, a mix of warmth and anticipation. You recalled how he had been about to say something just before the moment was interrupted, and that thought kept tugging at you.

You followed him quietly as he made his way towards the stairs. He seemed to sense your presence, glancing back with a knowing smile that made your heart race. As he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours, a comforting warmth spread through you. Together, you ascended the staircase, the soft creak of the wooden steps underscoring the intimacy of the moment.

“What are you doing?” you asked, curiosity lacing your voice as you entered his room behind him.

“Mm, nothing much. Just going to finish up this project,” Yunho replied, settling into his chair at the desk and opening his laptop. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, highlighting the focused determination in his eyes.

You wandered toward the edge of his bed, the comforter neatly arranged, contrasting with the organized chaos of his desk. As you took in your surroundings, your gaze drifted over the walls adorned with photos capturing memories of laughter and friendship, and a collection of figurines that reflected his interests and quirks. It was a glimpse into his world, and you felt a sense of belonging wash over you. Yunho looked up from his screen, a smile breaking across his face.

“Something on your mind, pretty?” His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity that made your heart flutter. You shook your head, hesitant to reveal too much, yet the eye contact held you captive.

He pushed his chair closer to you, grasping your hands gently. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill through you as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm, rubbing it affectionately. You felt the world outside fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this intimate moment.

“Were you going to say something earlier? Before Woo and them came home?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, laced with anticipation.

Yunho chuckled, a deep, warm sound that reverberated in your chest.

“I was,” he admitted, pulling you gently onto his lap. The shift in position felt electrifying, and your heart raced at the closeness, your legs resting beside his.

“What were you going to say?” You began to fiddle with the collar of his shirt.

“Hmm… should I tell you?” He teased.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You responded. He chuckled again.

“I’m joking Y/N” He leans back in his seat and keeps his hands on your waist.

“I was just going to tell you… that first summer we met working in the university library I was so intrigued by you. And then the second summer we spent together I think I really fell for you.“ Yunho says casually as he looked down for a moment, his fingers still gently rubbing your waist. When he met your gaze again, there was a sincerity in his eyes that sent a rush of warmth through you.

“How so?” you asked, genuinely curious, your heart fluttering at his words.

He leaned back slightly, contemplating as if choosing his next words carefully. “Hmm... I don’t know how to explain it exactly. It was the way we shared our conversations so effortlessly, you know? It always stuck with me. We could talk about anything—books, dreams, silly anecdotes from our lives—and it felt so natural, so easy.”

He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, and you felt the warmth of his gaze envelop you. “You’re gorgeous, too,” he added, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “And for some reason, I always found myself thinking about you at the most random times. Like, I’d be in class, trying to focus on a lecture, and suddenly, there you were in my mind, laughing at something I said. It caught me off guard how often you crossed my thoughts.”

As he spoke, you could see the sincerity in his eyes, a blend of admiration and something deeper. You couldn’t help but giggle at Yunho’s heartfelt confession, the sincerity of his words striking a chord within you. The sound of your laughter caught his attention, and he raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

“Why are you laughing at me?” he whined teasingly, feigning indignation while his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I’m not!” you protested, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you cupped your hand against his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, making it hard to suppress your smile.

“I’ve always liked you, Yunho,” you said, your voice sincere as you locked eyes with him. A smile broke out across his face, and before you could say another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re ours now,” he sighed in relief, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and it sent a rush of happiness coursing through you.

You giggled at his affectionate gesture, playfully running your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slip between your fingers.

———

The next day arrived more swiftly than you had anticipated, the morning light filtering through your curtains and casting a soft glow across your room. You lay sprawled across your bed, the comforter slightly rumpled beneath you, remnants of a restless night clinging to the sheets.

Turning your head, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand. The bright digits blinked back at you, reading 11:30 a.m. You remembered how late you had stayed up after returning home from the ATZ house, determined to cram in those last-minute assignments so you could enjoy a free weekend without the weight of unfinished homework hanging over your head.

With a resigned sigh, you stretched your arms above your head. You realized that you still hadn’t messaged Jia to ask if she would be attending XIK’s party tonight, and the thought nagged at you.

Reaching for your phone on the bedside table, the screen lit up under your touch as you navigated to your messages.

Y/N: Are you going to XIK’s party tonight?

Jia: Of course i am! hbu?

Y/N: Maybe

Jia: Ooooh this is a first. let’s go! I haven’t seen you in a while. I miss my bestie :(

Y/N: do you? don’t you remember you ditched me at your own party?

Jia: Hehe~ sorryyyyy. Please go! I promise I’ll be with you this time!

Y/N: Hm no need Jiji. I’ll see you at the party later.

Jia: wdym no need?

Jia: hellloooo Y/N??????

Y/N: Nothing I’ll see you later.

You sighed, turning off your phone and letting the silence envelop you for a moment. The quiet of your room was comforting, and you decided to rest your eyes a little longer, allowing the remnants of sleep to linger just a bit more. The soft light streaming through the window painted the walls with gentle hues, creating a serene atmosphere that made it easy to drift.

After a few moments of peace, you finally stirred, shaking off the remnants of drowsiness. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the wooden floor beneath your feet.

You made your way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face and running a brush through your hair. As you looked in the mirror, you realized you still hadn’t told the boys that you were planning to attend XIK’s party. In resolution, you decided you’ll surprise them. The thought of their reactions brought a smile to your face.

Not wanting to rush your day, you decided to arrive a few hours later than the given time.

———

You took your time getting ready, savoring the anticipation of the evening ahead. Standing in front of the mirror, you carefully curled your hair, letting the soft waves cascade around your shoulders. You changed into a snug cami top that hugged your figure just right, pairing it with some loose, low-rise jeans that felt both comfortable and effortlessly stylish. After slipping into a pair of shoes, you grabbed your purse, ensuring you had everything you might need for the night. With a final glance in the mirror, you stepped out of your apartment.

The night air was cool against your skin as you walked to the curb where your Uber awaited. You slid into the back seat, giving the driver the address to the XIK house. The drive was short, and as you watched the familiar streets pass by, you felt the energy of the night building within you.

When the car finally came to a stop, you thanked the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Instantly, you were greeted by the thumping bass of music that vibrated through the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. As you looked up, you were met with a lively scene: a flock of people gathered in the front yard, their laughter and chatter mingling with the music, creating an atmosphere charged with excitement.

As you stepped into the XIK house, you greeted familiar faces illuminated by the soft glow of string lights. Each step deeper into the house filled you with a rush of excitement, the energy of the gathering palpable.

“Y/N! I was wondering where you were!” a cheerful voice called out, cutting through the lively chatter. You turned to see Jia, her radiant smile brightening the room as she held onto Mina, who stood beside her, equally animated. Without hesitation, Jia rushed over and wrapped you in a warm hug. You laughed, feeling a wave of joy wash over you. Mina handed you a drink—a vibrant concoction that sparkled enticingly under the ambient lights.

“Here, this will kick off your night!” she said with a playful grin. You accepted it with a smile, raising the cup in a toast to friendship before savoring the refreshing flavors.

Shortly after you moved through the house. You scanned the room, your gaze searching for any sign of ATZ. You walked outside to the backyard and see various people sitting in the pavilion and dancing. You shift your gaze to the bar and see a familiar face. You grin and make your way to the bar.

Wooyoung is sitting comfortably as he talks to an old friend. His black hair is slightly gelled on the sides with some strands hanging out and a pair of sunglasses rest above his head. His ridiculously handsome face shifted into a smile as he continues his conversation, not noticing you walking towards him.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked playfully, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Wooyoung turned his head sharply towards you, a smirk instantly forming on his lips as recognition washed over his features. “I’ll catch up with you later, man,” he said, shaking his friend's hand with a friendly nod before the guy walks away, leaving you two alone.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t think you were coming,” Wooyoung said, his tone warm and inviting as he shifted closer, effortlessly hooking an arm around your waist. You could already tell he was buzzed.

“I’m here,” you replied with a soft smile, your heart skipping at his familiar touch.

“Where’s everyone else?” you asked, scanning the yard for any sign of the other boys.

“Probably play pool, chatting with friends—they’re somewhere around here,” he chuckled, leaning back slightly to get a better look at you, his gaze lingering as if he was taking in every detail. You felt a flutter of warmth under his attentive gaze, and you couldn't help but playfully fiddle with the loosely buttoned collar of his shirt,

“You look sexy baby” Wooyoung whispered followed by another chuckle.

“You too” you wink playfully at him. Wooyoung bites his lips and taps your waist lightly.

“Come on, let’s go find the rest of the boys” He grabs your hand and walks through the crowd of people with you. Wooyoung led you down to the lower level of the house, where the vibrant energy of the party took on a more relaxed vibe. The space opened up to reveal several pool tables and a dartboard, the soft sounds of laughter and clinking shot glasses blending into a lively symphony. As you scanned the room, your eyes quickly found the rest of your men, huddled together and some engaged in a game of pool.

With a playful grin, Wooyoung whistled sharply, and in an instant, heads turned towards you two. The sight of your familiar faces ignited a wave of warmth within you, their eyes lighting up with recognition and excitement.

“There’s our Sweetheart!” Mingi shouted, his voice booming above the noise. Making your way through the room, you took turns greeting each member and sharing whispered conversations for a while. When you decided to turn your attention to San, you see him perched casually on a stool with a bottle of beer in his hand. His relaxed demeanor radiated charm, and you felt a flutter of anticipation as you approached him.

“Hey, Sannie,” you say nonchalantly.

“Hey, baby,” he replied, a playful smirk on his lips as he took a swig from his bottle.

You tried to ignore the blush that crept into your cheeks, unsure if it was the alcohol coursing through your system or the teasing glimmer in his eyes that made you feel this way. Things between you and San were still awkward. The most you two would share were greetings and occasional teasing banters. Completely ignoring the drink in your hand, you confidently reach towards San’s beer bottle in his hand and take a swig. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

“Don’t get a head of yourself Y/N” San says as he grabs the bottle from your hand, and gets up to play a game of pool.

The night wore on, the atmosphere thick with laughter and music. You found yourself nestled comfortably next to Wooyoung, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you both watched the rest of the members play pool. Wooyoung leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered teasing compliments that sent shivers down your spine. Each soft brush of his fingers against your bare skin ignited a wave of heat that coursed through your body. You couldn't help but smile at his antics, feeling the buzz of excitement mix with the effects of the drinks.

After a while, you felt the urge to excuse yourself.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you whispered to Wooyoung, your voice barely above the lively sounds surrounding you. He nodded, a knowing look in his eyes as he took your hand. Together, you made your way back upstairs, and he guides you through the crowd. Wooyoung waited outside the bathroom door, leaning against the wall casually while you slipped inside to relieve yourself.

Once you finished, you opened the door, but before you could step out, Wooyoung suddenly pushed you back inside. You yelped in shock, your heart racing at the unexpected movement. He quickly wrapped you in a tight hug, his laughter filling the small space.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, your cheeks flushing as the buzz of the night intensified the thrill of the moment. The sudden intimacy of the situation made your heart race. Wooyoung held you close, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Just wanted a moment alone with you,” he replied, his tone light yet sincere. He lifts you swiftly and sits you on top of the counter. His hands rest on your hips and your arms wrapped around his neck. There’s a brief silence before you decide to speak.

“Wooyoung…” You say his name softly. His forehead is against yours. He hums in response as his eyes moves to your lips.

“kiss me?” you say in a whisper.

“Fuck Y/N” Wooyoung groans as he takes your lips onto his. The kiss is messy. Both of you fighting for dominance.

Somehow this make-out session sobers you both. His strong hands caress your waist and his soft plush lips devoured yours. His tongue swiped over your lips a few times, resulting in a whimper from you. Wooyoung’s mouth begins to move towards your neck, softly leaving kisses along your collar bone. Your hands are buried in his hair as he continues to mark your neck. You try to hold back a moan… when suddenly you two are interrupted by a loud bang on the door.

“Helloooo?! Other people need to use the bathroom!”

Fuck. You mentally curse to yourself. It’s Jia’s voice.

Wooyoung pulls away from your neck and is about to shout in response for the interruption but you quickly cover his mouth with your hand.

“A-Ah Jia! It’s Y/N! Thank god it’s you! I need a sanitary pad! I’ve been stuck in here!” You shout behind the door as you stutter to come up with an excuse. You bite your lip in anticipation, hoping Jia would fall for your bluff.

“Y/N?! Oh my gosh! okay I’ll be right back I have one in my purse” Jia responds and quickly leaves.

In panic you release your hand from Wooyoung’s mouth and jump off from the counter. Wooyoung smirks at you as you begin to push him towards the door.

“You go first I’ll meet you later!” you hastily whisper. Wooyoung chuckles at your flustered state and reaches towards your waist, trying to pull you into another kiss. “Woo please!” you whine pushing him further.

Effortlessly, Wooyoung leans in, capturing your lips in one last heated kiss that sends a rush of warmth through your entire body. Reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your heart racing as you unlocked the bathroom door and gently pushed him out into the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the cool bathroom wall. Your cheeks felt flushed, the heat radiating from them as you patted them lightly, trying to cool down from the lingering effects of heated session.

You glanced at the door, waiting for Jia to arrive, and your mind can’t help but replay the smug look on Wooyoung’s face before he left the bathroom…

End of Chapter 3….

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lokis-army-77 · 6 months ago

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Sweet Treat

older!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 3.4k

It's hot out and you see your older neighbor mowing his lawn. Lucky for you he invites you inside for a sweet treat.

Warning: 18+ I will block you if you are under 18 or have no age in your blog. oral (f receiving), p in v, fingering, like the slightest amount of food play, 40s eddie, 20s reader, fem reader, just a bit of cum eating

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs, @lofaewrites, @emma-munson and @littlexdeaths

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It was sweltering outside, like hell was no longer a fictional place made up by religion but real, and its flames had reached Hawkins. The sun beat down on you so intensely that you thought your skin was melting.

You berate yourself for thinking that taking a walk outside in the middle of summer would be anything but awful and yet you're here.

Sweat dripped from your forehead as you finally made it back to your home, but instead of going straight inside something stopped you in your tracks.

Your neighbor, or your hot older neighbor, had started mowing. The sound of the motor roaring to life caught your attention, and the sight of the 45-year-old without his shirt on kept it.

The sun shining onto his sweat-soaked skin made him look ethereal, like a god on earth. It made your mouth water and your nerves vibrate.

He caught your eye a moment later and waved, you waved back and then made yourself look busy by checking your mailbox, nothing was there. You didn't want him to know you were gawking at him.

It must not have worked because as soon as the mower had turned on, it turned off and you heard your name being called in that deep timber.

You walk down your driveway, closer to where he sat on his machine.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," you greeted with a smile.

He sighs, "Thought I told you to call me Eddie."

You respond with a giggle, "I know, I just do it to aggravate you."

"Ah, so you think you're funny?"

"Oh, I know I am."

Eddie just chuckles at that, shaking his head.

Reaching a hand up, you wipe the sweat from your brow.

"Sure is hot."

"It is. You wanna come inside, I've got some cold water and a bit of butter pecan ice cream if you want any." He offers.

You wrinkle your nose, "Butter pecan? That's such an old man flavor."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is. The only people who eat and enjoy butter pecan are over the age of 40." You enjoy the banter that usually flows between the two of you. It makes your stomach flutter and your knees weak.

He just rolls his eyes. "Well then, Sweetheart, I think I have just a bit of chocolate in the freezer with your name on it."

You finally walk up next to him as he stands from the mower. "Don't I just feel special."

Eddie looks at you smugly. “Ladies first.” He gestures for you to walk in front of him and you oblige.

There’s a swing to your hips that you hope catches his attention, especially with how much skin is exposed from the workout shorts you were wearing. You hear him cough, clearing his throat and you know it worked.

“Door’s unlocked,” he calls as you bound up the stairs.

Upon entering the house you’re hit with a blast of cold air. The AC was definitely turned down as far as it could go, it felt almost like a freezer.

Eddie enters only a moment after you, letting the door slam closed. He glides past you, a hand barely grazing our hip as he does. You follow him closely.

It's bright enough in the kitchen that he doesn't bother flipping the light on. He heads straight for the fridge.

Your eyes rake over him, taking in the flex of muscles as he bends to open the sliding freezer door. The way his arms bulge when he rummages through the depths had your mouth watering.

Giving a long sigh, Eddie stands up straight and turns to you with a pint of ice cream in hand.

“Looks like it's just old people ice cream if the princess is alright with that.”

“Oh, it's princess now?” You ask, taking a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island.

Eddie shrugs, “Fits better since you're apparently too good for the best ice cream known to man.”

“I am not.”

He scrunches his face, you think it's cute. “I beg to differ.”

“I'm not, I'll eat your ice cream, no problem.”

“So you aren't going to complain that it's for old people?” He asks, settling at the counter next to you.

“Just open the carton.” You give his arm a slight shove.

He does as you say and pushes it closer to you before offering a spoon.

You take it and thank him before scooping a tiny bit of the sweet treat out. It's cold on your tongue and you hate to admit it but it was good.

“S'good isn't it?”

“Eh, it's okay.” You say, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right.

Taking another scoop, this time you bring the spoon slowly into your mouth, lapping up the ice cream in a more sensual manner as you make eye contact with the other man. Just barely, you can see his pupils dilate taking you in.

“You’ve got a little-” Eddie makes a vague gesture to the corner of his mouth.

Giggling a bit, you fein ignorance of the ice cream you let collect at the corner of your mouth. “Here?” you ask as you wipe at the opposite side.

And just as you thought he would, Eddie reaches over and smoothes his thumb over your lip, collecting what was there. Your breath hitches when he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it clean. The sight of his tongue wetting the digit and the glisten of saliva in the light had your legs clenching.

You want him to do it again.

So, with another bite of ice cream, you make what you’re doing more obvious, letting the spoon paint the white treat over your lips. You know what it must look like, salacious and borderline inappropriate if your mind was in the gutter, which is where you know Eddie’s is at that moment.

He takes a deep, shaky breath, “Fuck-” He’s surging toward you before you can even comprehend it. Soft, plump lips connect with yours. You freeze in shock for just a moment, then you kiss him back.

The spoon in your hand drops to the counter, rattling loudly. You reach your arms around his neck and pull him into you. Eddie slips his tongue between your lips and lets out a groan. He tastes like butter pecan and something you can’t quite place, something you can only describe as Eddie.

You can’t get enough and just when you start to wrestle your tongue against his, he pulls away and creates a space between the two of you.

A hand rubs over his face and he sight. “We can’t be doing this.” His tone is reluctant.

Furrowing your brows, you ask, “Why not?”

Eddie looks at you and flits his eyes from your kiss-swollen lips to the dismayed expression in your eyes. “Are you serious? I’m too old for you.”

“Last I checked, 45 wasn’t that old.”

“Sweetheart, I have tattoos older than you.” He shakes his head.

“Eddie, I’m a grown adult who knows what she wants and to put it frankly, you have been at the top of that list for quite some time.” You pause to examine his expression. His brow is cross and he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “Is it my consent that you need? Because you have it.”

“God, this is probably a bad idea,” he whispers to himself and then he's on you once more. His large hands squeeze at your waist until they find their way under the fabric of your tee. Your own hands cling to his shoulders, keeping yourself balanced so you don’t fall off the bar stool.

Eddie bites your lip, tugging it lightly when he pulls away. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you. How long I’ve wanted to have my hands on you, to feel you.” He says, breathless.

He kisses down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and a tingle wherever his lips meet your skin.

“Eddie-” You moan.

“Hum?”

“I want you to do more than kiss me.”

That stops him in his tracks. He pulls away for a second time and you can’t help the whimper it brings out of you.

“You’re sure?”

As much as you were grateful for his concern, it was really getting in the way of you trying to have him fuck the daylights out of you.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You pull him in for a deep kiss before whispering against his lips, “So, are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?”

The smirk he gives you is cocky. “C’mere, Sweetheart.” He grabs at you, pulls you from the stool, and moves you to the island countertop. He wastes no time in ridding you of your shirt and bra.

His tongue licks a long, wet line from the side of your neck down to the elastic waistband of your shorts.

Slowly but surely, he begins to pull the fabric down Your legs. He stops in surprise when He sees you aren't wearing anything underneath.

A deep chuckle vibrates in his chest. “Did you know this would happen, Sweetheart?” He left an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh. “Hum? Plan to seduce me with those short fucking shorts only to not have any panties on?”

Shaking your head you mumble out “No.”

“It sure does look like it, princess.” Eddie teases you with his fingers, using them to spread you open gently. His eyes glaze over with lust. “Fuck, baby… so pretty and wet for me.”

The sudden rush of arousal washes over you, leaving your skin flushed and your cunt fluttering around nothing.

He leaves wet kisses all over the sensitive skin, moving from your apex to your thigh, right where the artery was. Taking the plush meat there into his mouth, he sucked, soothing his tongue over where his teeth bit down gently. There was no doubt a mark would be there when he pulled away.

You watch him, elbows planted on the counter to prop yourself up. Just looking at him makes your heart beat faster.

“Eddie,” you moan as you widen your legs.

He hums against you as he sucks his way back to your center. With lidded eyes, he looks up at you just as his mouth attaches to your clit.

Choking out a gasp, you let your head fall back between your shoulders.

Eddie’s hands wrap around the back of your legs, gripping them firmly and guiding them over his shoulders. The noises coming from where he was connected to you had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He'd only just started but it felt like with every even suck and precise lick of his tongue, You were melting into a puddle around him.

Soon your arms became weak and you had to lay flat. Your hands had a mind of their own as your body writhes under Eddie's expert mouth. His hair quickly fell from the loose knot that kept it out of his face when you ran your hands through it.

You could tell Eddie liked it too much, hips bucking into nothing When you tugged on the salt and pepper strands. His moans sent vibrations through you.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie- you feel so good,” you can't help but babble when you feel two thick fingers begin to penetrate your entrance.

There's an audible pop when he releases you from his mouth. “Yeah? Imagine how good my cock's gonna feel, Sweetheart.” He removes your legs from his shoulders as he begins to stand.

Tilting your head, you gaze at him. Following down his nose, over his wet lips, down along the tattoo of a sneak that started at his shoulder and curled down his bicep. With him closer now, you could see more of those tattoos littering his skin and the trail of hair that led from his navel down.

You clench around his fingers at the thought of whatever was hiding behind those basketball shorts. You wanted it, needed it, inside of you.

Eddie's fingers massaged into you, the calloused pads pushing into your soft insides. “Right there!” You pant when he pushes into a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there! Don't stop!”

He doesn't, he keeps a strong steady pace with his fingers hitting the mark every single time. It had your toes curling and your head swirling with pleasure.

Unknowingly, you clamped your hand over your mouth as you began to moan.

Eddie pushes your hand away. “Don't cover those pretty moans, wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

Nodding, you keep your hands away. Occupying one by gripping your breast and the other, slipping it down to massage over your clit.

The added stimulation makes your legs snap shut and your body goes ridged. You were hurled over the edge so fast that your vision was almost white.

Eddie kept his fingers pumping into you despite the added obstacle. You could hear the wet sound growing louder as your body shook with release and your lungs cried out.

“That's it, princess, give it all to me.”

“Eddie-” you cry out to him. “Feels- ah fuck, I feel so good.”

He hums in approval.

“You make me feel so good.”

Eddie pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt and licks them clean. “God, you're delicious. Put that ice cream to shame.”

He pulls you by your hips down the counter, closer to him, and places a firm kiss on your lips. You'd never liked the taste of yourself before but that salty tangy mixed with the sweetness of Eddie's tongue had you melting and wanting for more.

You want to feel him inside of you. No, it's not a want, it's a need. A need so strong you think you might cry if you don't have I'm in the next five seconds.

Pulling away, you give Eddie a look. One so filled with lust and longing, you know he won't be able to resist.

“What is it, princess?” He asks, moving back in to kiss marks on your neck.

Your fingers tug on his hair and you sigh. “I need-”

“What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me.” The buck of your hips punctuated every word.

“S'that right, Sweetheart? Need me to use this pretty cunt?”

You groaned, nodding excitedly when he started backing up. As he did so, he knocked over what was left of the ice cream. It was melted now and its contents flowed onto the counter.

Eddie smirked as he took the carton and instead of sitting it back up, he poured it onto your skin. The splashes of the now liquid dessert were cold on your hot skin. He gives you a salacious wink before lapping up what he had tipped onto you.

“Eddie!” You gasp, surprised by his actions.

He paced you no mind, cleaning the stickiness from your skin, and pulled back. Acting as though nothing had happened, he began tugging at the drawstring of his shorts.

The outline of his cock was impressive, you had always imagined it would be the biggest you'd ever had. And as his shorts and boxers fell from his hips down his toned legs, you were proven right.

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sick of him. Long and thick and stood at attention. Your eyes flicked from the flushed tip of his cock to his eyes and then back down again a few times before he chucked. Asking “See something you like?”

“Yeah…” you were breathless just looking at it.

Anticipation begins to build, your heart beating faster as he lined himself up. Your legs spread wider, letting Eddie nestle in. He gives the sensitive skin a tap with his cock before sliding it through your slick folds.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

As he enters, there's a slight pain. He's thicker than anything you've ever taken and the new stretch has you burning. He isn't even halfway inside before you start shaking and mewling in ecstasy.

Eddie's fingers have your hips in an iron grip. He looks out a long moan once he bottoms out. There is the sensation of being filled to your absolute max.

Your walls are contracting around him, trying To pull him in deeper.

“Fuck. That's it, baby, taking me so well. So proud of you.”

You keen into his praise. Hips bucking and back arching.

“Need more,” you plead and he obliges, rocking his hips into you, starting slow before going into an almost inhuman speed. pleasure is all that you feel, all that you know in this moment.

With every thrust, you saw Eddie lose just a little more self-control until he was feral, pounding into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Feel so fucking good baby. Yeah, that's right, this pussy was made for me, wasn't it? God dammit.” He'd lost his filter, saying anything and everything that came to his mind.

You were loving it. No man had ever been so vocal with you before and it was such a turn-on to hear every grunt, moan, and whimper.

There's a flutter in your stomach that you know all too well. You're balancing on the edge and are so close to toppling over.

“Eddie. Eddie. Eddie!” You've run out of words, all you can manage to say is his name. It's like a prayer on your lips.

“I know, Sweetheart.” He tuts, voice out of breath. “Can feel you squeezing me. God, you’re so fucking tight.” His fingers grip your hips harder. “Need you to cum for my baby, can you do that?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say as his thrusts continue, finally giving you that last little nudge you need to fall.

With eyes rolling back in your head and a ringing in your ears, you cum. Harder than you ever had before. You're so lost in the feeling that you can't hear yourself screaming rapture. Every feeling is intense like hitting a raw nerve but it's so enjoyable.

Eddie's thrusts slow to a stop before he reluctantly pulls from your warmth and tugs himself to completion. You can feel the warm ropes quickly cooling on your stomach and breasts when you finally come back to reality.

“God dammit.” Eddie rasps.

You can't help but laugh, “My thoughts exactly.”

Fixing your eyes on your stomach. You take a finger and collect Eddie's cum onto it. He watches you with wide eyes as you bring the finger to your mouth. It's not your favorite taste but you moan nonetheless.

“Thanks for the sweet treat, Mr. Munson.” Your face heats up over what you've said.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at you before giving you a fond look. Even though you were spread out on his kitchen counter covered in drying cum, you'd never felt more comfortable. You can see when Eddie hesitates ever-so-slightly before he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

It was sweet, you thought. You nod giving him the go-ahead.

He pulls you up by the hand you give him and his mouth is on you in a tender kiss. Much too tender for what you had both finished doing.

His hands massage into the sides of your face and neck and your own slide into his hair, tugging the fallen strands at the nape of his neck.

When he pulls away, you follow him hot wanting his lips to leave yours. He gives you a quick peck before stepping back.

You pout but he soothes you. “I'll be back. Gonna get a cloth to clean you up.”

It only takes him a moment to return to you, warm rag in hand. It feels nice to have all the sweat and other fluids wiped from your skin, it feels even nicer with Eddie the one doing it.

A yawn escapes you when he’s finally done and helps you off the counter.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Yea-” You were cut off by another big yawn, it brings involuntary tears to your eyes. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh, “I guess I better get home.” Bending down, you reach for your clothes that had made a home on the floor.

“Or,” Eddie stops you, “You could stay here.”

The statement was more of a question with his hopeful look and light tone.

You can’t help the blush that makes its way onto your cheeks. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good. Now leave those there, I have something more comfortable you can wear.”

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platinumaspiration · 6 months ago

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Myshunosun's Macaron Kitchen Redux

Remember this monstrosity? I had no business taking this anon request back then. I'm pretty proud of this version with its better normals, shadows, texture mapping... it's much better.

Shoutout to @lordcrumps for the insider tips on how he converts kitchen sets. Shadow file from LordCrumps.com required (not included)!

Disclaimer: this set is unfortunately no longer compatible with simsinlowspace's watchmen recolors, which sucks. :( The original macaron kitchen conversion still exists if you're not bothered by my mistakes and still want the watchmen recolors.

Download - SFS | MF updated 29 May 2024

credits: @myshunosun (original)

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Collection File + ReadMe info included

Found in seating > misc: Barstool - 404 Polys (9 recolors) - $120

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Outer Counter - 273 Polys - $200 Outer Counter Left - 102 Polys - $200 Outer Counter Right - 102 Polys - $200

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xxchumanixx · 7 months ago

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Can we get Tim and Nolan Reader like you did with Gray Reader

Daisies

Tim Bradford x Nolan!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, implied age gap, established relationship

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I hope you'll like it! I for sure do. I know it's really short, but I'm a little on edge and restless at the moment, about to get my exam results on Wednesday.

Wish me luck!

Enjoy!

"It's not what it looks like!"

Maybe that wasn't exactly the most clever thing to say, when Tim Bradford - your boyfriend - was standing in front of your father who just opened the front door, bearing daisies.

Your favorite.

There was only one problem: your father didn't know you were having a boyfriend - especially not one of his colleagues, his superior Sargeant.

"Sargeant Bradford!" your father stuttered in surprise, eyes wide, as they went from him to the daisies in his hands and back.

Your cheeks grew beet red, whilst Tim's mouth was agape, eyes as wide as your father's.

He clearly didn't expect him to be home.

"Nolan!" he gave back, desperately searching for the right words. "I didn't- I mean-" His eyes found yours, pleading for some help.

John's eyes followed Tim's, only then realizing what the hell was going on.

"It's not what it looks like?" he repeated your words, eyes widening more in utter disbelieve. "Not what it-" He cut himself off, mouth staying open.

"Are you- Do I need to have the talk? I mean-"

"What? Dad, no!" you screeched, jumping forward with your cheeks darkening in sheer embarrassment.

Tim flinched, knowing you were well informed about the things-

Shaking himself, he steadied his hand holding the daisies, as it started to hurt from holding them up all the while.

It wouldn't do him any good to think about that now - not with your father standing between you.

It went silent for a moment, your father's eyes staring a hole between your eyes, trying to make sense of this situation, all the while telling himself it's not what it looks like.

Even though it clearly was.

Even a blind one would have seen.

It was like his whole world came crushing down on him, doubting himself for not noticing you were dating someone - especially someone that was a few years older than you.

Maybe a few more.

When he suddenly moved, walking over towards the kitchen island and taking a seat on one of the barstools, you gulped.

He was quiet - never a good sign.

Looking back at Tim, your eyes found his, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find the words to apologize.

He stuttered a few incoherent words, the daisies in his hand shaking the slightest bit.

You didn't know what to say either, not having him expected to show up at your front door this evening.

"I thought he wasn't home!" Tim whisper-yelled, eyes wide. "I thought-" he wanted to continue, but you cut him off. "Next week!" you hissed, glancing back at your father.

"I said next week!"

He was sitting with his head in his hands, shaking his head repeatedly.

Rubbing your forehead, wiping a few strands of hair out of your face, you motioned for Tim to come in, who's eyes widened even more in return.

Giving him the look, you silently told him not to argue - not now.

He obeyed with a pained sigh, stepping over the threshold, so you could close the door.

"Dad?" you called out, walking over to where he was sitting. "I wanted to tell you, really-" you cut yourself off, when his head shot up, Tim's sharply turning towards you in your peripheral.

You winced, slightly shrugging with your head tilted.

"I mean, Henry didn't tell you he's engaged, before you even met his fiance." you tried to lighten the mood, forcing out a chuckle, but he only stared at you like you were an alien.

Groaning, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Tim and I are dating." you dropped the bomb, even though he already knew. He flinched involuntarily, face contorted, even though he tried to hide it.

Failing miserably.

"Since when?" he pressed out, swallowing. "A few months?" you returned hesitantly, shrinking involuntarily.

"Maybe a bit more?"

He breathed out a chuckle, a pained and surprised one.

Closing his eyes, his head turned away from you, landing back in his hands.

Then he nodded, rubbing his eyes, before standing back up, facing you. "Okay." he spoke, biting his cheek. He nodded again, before shaking his head.

Tim stood beside you helplessly, fearing he'd worsen the situation if he just so much dared as making a sound.

Taking the daisies from his hands, you walked towards a shelf, taking a vase from it and filling it with water, before you put the daisies inside, placing them on the isle for your father to see.

"Your favorite." he muttered, fingers ghosting over the delicate petals. You nodded, smiling at him. "Yes, he gets me some every week."

"How old are you again?" he asked Tim, who's mouth opened to answer, before you interrupted him, knowing exactly where your dad was going with this.

"I'm old enough, dad."

He nodded again, swallowing.

"Oh, and I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened, fear filling them to the brim. You laughed, not having him expected to fall for it a third time.

Rolling his eyes, he huffed.

"Are you happy?" he wanted to know, tilting his head at you.

"I am."

He nodded again, as you walked towards Tim, taking his hand in yours. "And it's not just a fling. I-" You wanted to say that you loved him, but you weren't sure if it wasn't to early.

"Nolan, I assure you I won't harm your daughter in any way." Tim spoke up, taking a step towards your father. "I love her and I will do my best to treat her in the best way."

Eyes widening, you looked at him with your mouth agape.

Screw anything about it being too early.

"I love you too." you whispered, tears gathering in your eyes. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, sending you a smile.

Your father nodded, still overwhelmed but somewhat relieved.

"And I'm not pregnant."

"I better hope you're not!"

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